Chapter 92

Stella sighed and reluctantly dialed Haynes' number again.

"Ring, ring, ring..." No answer.

Before long, the call ended on its own, timing out in silence.

The two receptionists exchanged a look, their expressions growing more disdainful, as if Stella were something unpleasant they had to deal with.

One of them glanced at Stella's striking face, a flicker of envy crossing her eyes, and spoke with a sarcastic edge. "It's laughable, really. Mrs. O'Brien herself can't even get through to Mr. O'Brien... Do you think we're fools?"

"Yeah, since when did every Tom, Dick, and Harry think they could just waltz in to see Mr. O'Brien? Gold diggers these days hit new lows," chimed in the other, her voice dripping with contempt.

"I've seen plenty of women who think a pretty face is all it takes to snag Mr. O'Brien, but none quite so bold as to pretend they're Mrs. O'Brien," she added, just loud enough for Stella to hear.

marriage to Haynes, there was no respect—not

Haynes in the office today?" Stella asked, trying to keep her voice

"Company policy forbids

to be Mrs. O'Brien? Shouldn't you know if

eyes on her, Stella turned and walked over to the waiting area,

convinced that Stella was just another woman with ulterior motives towards Haynes,

just leave. Mr. O'Brien won't see you," one

like you just ruin the atmosphere

you don't leave,

"Get out of here!"

had intended to let it slide, respecting that they were just doing their jobs. But their attitude had crossed a line, becoming a personal vendetta rather than professional

face them, she couldn't help but smirk at their defensive hostility. Haynes was even more of a catch than

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